There’s a whisper at the window, I don’t know what it is, Maybe it’s the sound of the wind in the azaleas

My flat is on the ground floor and my bedroom has patio doors that looks out onto a little pond in the garden. Sounds idyllic right? I should probably mention that all I can really see is a hedge and that the pond is starved under a blanket of thick green ick…not so appealing now […]